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Chapter 17

Pleasures abound, Merittet, Seraphis and myself laid siege to the Church of
Cserlich. It was time for Merittet to gamble all of it, for eternal life and
flesh. We slew the trinity of thralls, placing their parts to open the path
to the Vampire Lord himself. The Vampire Lord locked down on Merittet, biting
his neck and sending him into a slumber. As the wheel spun, and the bones
rolled, the transformation began. He told us in his sleep, as he fought
against death itself. He fought against the will of Cserlich, for if he
failed, he would become a mere thrall. I prayed to the Lord of Pleasures. Oh
Father, bless us with blood. Bless us with pleasure! Let us all indulge with
a new Vampyre Lord!

As a figure emerged from the Throne of Blood, we watched with great interest.
Do we slay this being, or have we found the first Vampyre to walk the lands?

He lunged towards me. I did not fight back. Regardless, it could be our final
pleasures. I tilted my neck to ease his advances. He bit down, and my body
felt cold as he drained me of my blood. I held him in a tight embrace as we
indulged in each other. This was no Thrall. This was a Vampyre. Perhaps not
yet a Lord. But a Vampyre walks the land now, and the fountains of Thera flow
with the blood of his prey.

Father, you have heard my prayers. We may have never met, but I am sure you
watch over us, ensuring our pleasures never fade. The Church will always
provide.